On the weekends we usually just hang out at home. We drink and enjoy each others company. It really is that simple. Moneys tight and it's not worth risking a DUI, so we stay at home.
The thing is, after I get drunk (and her as well), I try to talk her into sex. She doesn't want it and never has. She ends up going to bed. I'm left alone. I'm drunk and horny and my wife is passed out, cold. Literally.
What do I do? I slip my panties off and slip on a pair of pantyhose. These days, usually a darker color, like taupe. I'll also grab my black pumps, which are kept in the cabinet under the sink in "my' bathroom and wear them in the living room with my dick hanging out of my crotchless pantyhose.
I used to make sure that I took my pantyhose off and stashed them back in their hiding place before I crashed after my many beers. These days, I'll probably go to sleep on the couch wearing my pantyhose. Also, there's a chance that my black high heel pumps might be lying on the floor next to the couch. Imagine your wife waking up some Saturday morning and finding that scene in front of her. When mine does. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't even bring it up later.
She didn't used to use "my" bathroom at all, which is is the one in our "master" bedroom. Hers is the other one. About a year ago she started using mine on the the weekends. By that time my pantyhose and panties were already firmly planted in there. For six months or more, I've kept a few pairs of my pantyhose openly in my bathroom. She doesn't say anything.
She's happy not having sex. I really believe that each weekend that goes by and we don't have sex, is a victory for her. And, I just push the pantyhose cross dressing thing a little more.
Damn, I like high heels. They make my legs look sexier.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Panties, Panties, Panties
Well, I never really thought about having a panty fetish. But, I guess I really do. These days I've found that I have a lot more panties, than pairs of pantyhose. It's just that my wife doesn't object to me wearing panties. She doesn't really say anything about the fact that I have over one hundred pair. I keep buying different colors. I like the high cut panties. I don't wear lacy frilly ones. Just the high cut style. If they wear white you think I was wearing underware made for a guy. But if you saw me wearing hot pink or red or teal, you'd realize that they probably aren't men's ubderware. I actually think they look good on me.
My wife is still trying her best to avoid actually having sex. And she's succeeding. One thing that she has started doing on a semi regular basis is wearing pantyhose for me on the weekends. She's also letting me take pictures of her wearing them. So, because she's been wearing them, I've stopped puhing the issue of me wearing them in front of her, for now. But then again, I haven't stopped letting her see me in pantyhose either.
Usually on the weekends, we stay at home and have a few drinks. It's so much safer to drink at home these days. No risk of a DUI.
Now, I'm one of those people that can easily lose my inhibitions (if I have any) when I drink. My wife on the other hand seems to be able to maintain her inhibitions whether shes's drinking or not. Please don't get me wrong, we get along great. Except for sex, that is.
A typical Friday and Saturday night starts like this. I take a shower and shave my legs. Then, I pick out a tee shirt and a pair of panties and maybe a pair of my slouch socks and that's it. That's what I wear to have a few drinks and watch a DVD or some television with my wife.
Usually, she starts out wearing shorts, but I can usually get her to take them off. So picture that. A married couple hanging out together, both wearing only tee shirts and panties and getting a little (and sometimes alot) drunk together. One of the many ironic things is the fact that I have more colors of panties than she does, a lot more. For example, I have several different shades of pink panties, including hot pink. While she doesn't even own one pair of pink, any shade.
At first she she hated the idea of wearing pantyhose at all. It's not that she'd never worn them. In fact she told me that before we met, she used to wear them to work every day for quite a while. But over the last ten years or so, the only time she's worn them is for a wedding or a funeral, you know, the "dress up" occasion, certainly not something that she'd considered wearing around the house just to give me a cheap thrill.
But she doesn't seem to mind when I ask her these days.
More later.
My wife is still trying her best to avoid actually having sex. And she's succeeding. One thing that she has started doing on a semi regular basis is wearing pantyhose for me on the weekends. She's also letting me take pictures of her wearing them. So, because she's been wearing them, I've stopped puhing the issue of me wearing them in front of her, for now. But then again, I haven't stopped letting her see me in pantyhose either.
Usually on the weekends, we stay at home and have a few drinks. It's so much safer to drink at home these days. No risk of a DUI.
Now, I'm one of those people that can easily lose my inhibitions (if I have any) when I drink. My wife on the other hand seems to be able to maintain her inhibitions whether shes's drinking or not. Please don't get me wrong, we get along great. Except for sex, that is.
A typical Friday and Saturday night starts like this. I take a shower and shave my legs. Then, I pick out a tee shirt and a pair of panties and maybe a pair of my slouch socks and that's it. That's what I wear to have a few drinks and watch a DVD or some television with my wife.
Usually, she starts out wearing shorts, but I can usually get her to take them off. So picture that. A married couple hanging out together, both wearing only tee shirts and panties and getting a little (and sometimes alot) drunk together. One of the many ironic things is the fact that I have more colors of panties than she does, a lot more. For example, I have several different shades of pink panties, including hot pink. While she doesn't even own one pair of pink, any shade.
At first she she hated the idea of wearing pantyhose at all. It's not that she'd never worn them. In fact she told me that before we met, she used to wear them to work every day for quite a while. But over the last ten years or so, the only time she's worn them is for a wedding or a funeral, you know, the "dress up" occasion, certainly not something that she'd considered wearing around the house just to give me a cheap thrill.
But she doesn't seem to mind when I ask her these days.
More later.
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